Linton On Ouse memories
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Living at Linton Lock
My grandfather Bertie Dawson was the Lock Keeper for several years. I also lived there from around 1953 for 3 years, very happy memories !
Looking For Family
My grandfather, George Frederick Dawson (Jan 9 1896 - Aug 7 1986) was born in Linton-On-Ouse. His parents were Frederick Dawson (b Yorkshire 1855, d Yorkshire 1945) and Elizabeth (Carter), (b Scotland, place and date unknown, d 1903 place unknown, presumed to be Yorkshire). Nothing is known of brothers or sisters but we do know Grampa had siblings. Family lore has it that my Grampa's family disapproved of him wanting to marry my Grama who was from London's east end. My Grampa left for Canada in search of my Grama (who had left for Canada with an uncle and aunt) some time between 1917 and 1921. He found her, married her and they were in love for over 65 years, until their deaths in 1986. They died within 6 weeks of each other. My grandparents did return to England in 1937 but there is no indication that they reunited with Grampa's family. They, along with their family, moved back to Canada for good in 1945-46. I am searching for my... Read more
Linton Locks
I remember Linton Locks very well as the upper lock gate enabled me to visit the Power Station that was manned 24hrs a day, year in year out. There were three attendents, Aleck Musgrove, an unknown, and Ernest Muir. In the 1940's the power station was generating electricity for the York Electric Supply Co. To feed the turbines with power to turn them, the water came from the river via "The Cut" which was of course was at a higher level than that found below the dam. To stop foriegn objects being dragged into the turbine blades there was an iron grill on the input side of building.This grill also made the "Island" accessable to anyone wanting to go there to swim/paddle. It sure was paneful to the feet if you had no shoes on. Having reached the top of the dam it was safe to paddle here as there was a concrete bottom at only 3 feet deep. Providing one kept within 20 feet of the edge of dam... Read more
The Atkinson Family
My Grandma, Joan Atkinson, was born at Linton-on Ouse in 1927. Her father was the lock keeper there for a number of years and the family lived in the house in the photograph. Joan was the eldest of four children, three of whom were born at Linton-on-Ouse including Betty and Ian. The youngest child, June, was born when the family moved to Haxby. Joan's mum, Edna, used to make her own icecream in the kitchen on hot summer days. In the winter the house occassionally used to flood and the family had to escape from the rising waters in a boat which was tied at the back door.
Atkinsons of Linton
My mother, Joan Atkinson, was born at Linton lock in 1927. Her father was the lock keeper. She lived there for a few years before the family moved to Haxby.
Linton Lock, Linton on Ouse
My family, the Wilkinsons, were Lockeepers from 1851, and left between 1891 and 1901.
Linton-On-Ouse Lock
My ancestor, the Atkinson family lived in this house on the 1901 census, other family members controlled a lock in Leeds
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Memories of my Time at Newton On Ouse
I was born at Newton On Ouse in March 1928. At the age of five I attended the local school whose headmaster was Alf Bradbury. Also at the age of five I began visiting Village Farm that was owned by Mathew Clark. The main attraction was that Mr Clark had a motor car but could not drive but his son George could. George was courting a girl named Annie Bell that lived at Melbourne and used to take me with him when he went to see Annie. Needless to say I had to sit in the car for about two hours before he was ready to return home.
Harvest time was the best period on the farm because for one thing it was always warm besides which the binder that cut and baled the corn kept breaking the wooden connecting rod which meant a dash into York by the car, with me as passenger, to buy a new one from Bushells.
I also went with the Clarks on... Read more
Working Days Then Retirement
After attending Newton village school from the age of 5 to 14, I found employment at a place called Tholthorpe where a new airfield was being built. Being 12 miles from my home I had to use a bicycle to get there and back. This was fine during the Spring and summer months but was a devil in winter. However I enjoyed my 18months there where I witnessed an airfield being built from start to finish at which point in time two bomber squadrons arrivedm complete with their fourty Halifax bombers.
My next move was to another airfield at Linton-on-Ouse which thankfully was only 1 mile from my home. This was an exciting period as I witnessed the two Canadian bomber squadrons taking part in bombing missions almost every night. Sadly many of these Haliax aircraft failed to return whilst other crashed locally. It was one of the latter that crashed into cottages in the Back Lane at Newton which resulted in 6 airmen being killed but two others... Read more
The Old Fox And Goose
We moved to the old Fox and Goose (next to the tiny shop and just up the road from the Blue Bell pub) in 1962. I was 8 and my brother 3. We stayed for around 2 years. My Dad worked for Alne Brick Co. My Mum cleaned houses. Our long narrow back garden was knee deep in daffodils - I have loved them ever since. There was a cellar beneath the old pub that was now our home and an air raid shelter out the back. I went to the tiny village school at the end of the road, all ages in one class together. My best friend was Ruth who lived at the vicarage and she taught me to ride a bike. My brother and I spent many, many happy hours tadpoling in the stream behind the school with our friends. It was a magical time and I carry the tranquility and beauty of that time with me always.
Millennium Stone
The large stone in the photograph was used as part of the millennium seat, which is now situated on the village green.
The building to the left of the picture is 'The Forge' - the Swann family have lived here for over 80 years.
The Three Horseshoes
The photo shows the public house 'The Three Horseshoes'. It was one of three pubs in Great Ouseburn, the other two been 'The Bay Horse' & 'The Crown Inn', the latter is the only one remaining as a public house.
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